Dwarf-in-the-wood’s Beard 4

“Long long time ago, when I was young and beautiful, I used to live in a little village near Bruges. One day, a foreigner came to the village asking for a job. I was working at my father’s bakery. This man passed by our shop riding a black horse when our neighbour’s dog jumped at him barking. The man’s horse got really scared and made the jockey fall down. [by thejoshua93, c.pablovega1993, Marta Salgado Castelo, iriaa9109, cars13]